Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Erotic/Western Romance It is 1882, Midwest North America and fiery Scottish lass Katlyn MacKenzie has inadvertently found herself working in a local saloon after her father’s death. SOUL MATE BY MCKINZIE S. HEART

It is 1882, Midwest North
America and fiery Scottish lass Katlyn MacKenzie has inadvertently found
herself working in a local saloon after her father’s death. Handsome
cowboy James Granger wants Kate more than he’s wanted any woman before so he is
determined to make her his come hell or high-water. She is tempted by his
heated, experienced touch but will she succumb to his charms or will another
stake his claim? For in steps a strange suitor that will not be denied in
his own quest for Kate’s heart, body, and soul. His scorching kiss
competes with James’s touch while they both pursue her. But who will she
choose? Because though one offers passionate life and the other offers
blissful death, only her Soul Mate can claim her.

EXCERPT:

To anyone else, the
graveyard amounted to nothing more than a compilation of various intricately
carved headstones that offered a glimpse into other’s past lives. But to
Katlyn, it all appeared dark and ominous. She instantly yearned to leave. As
the two moved from headstone to headstone searching for Houston’s grave, chills
raced across her skin. She purposefully neglected to inform James of her
“clan’s” sensitive nature. She and Margaret were the most sensitive of them
all. She didn’t know why, but it had been generations since any like them had
been born…at least that is what her father had told her. But such things could
not be discussed with outsiders…ever. It was a part of the old way woven into
her being from the beginning. It truly was the only part of the old way that
she couldn’t release herself from. The feelings that raced through her ranged
from hatred to long lost love. She knew for a fact these were the feelings
carried by each and every soul around her. The weight of the night pressed in
on her as though she had been placed in a small, shrinking room. If she didn’t
leave soon, it would quickly overwhelm her.

“Ok, James, let’s part ways
so we can find it quicker,” she suggested rubbing her arms.

“And leave such a delectable
treat all on her own? I don’t know about that.”

“Come on…it will be quicker.”

“You’re right…good idea. The
quicker we find him the quicker we
can get back to the parlor.”

“No, I don’t think so. The
quicker I can get back to my parlor.
I’m afraid we must say goodbye for the night when finished, my friend.”

James understood this as a
dismissal but it didn’t faze him. So what if he couldn’t make her his tonight?
There was time…he would woo her…seduce her…until she gave in and he claimed her
for his own. With all previous guilt now eliminated, he fully embraced the
growing desire to have her…heart, body, and soul. He smiled with secret
anticipation but instead replied, “Pity…well shoulda brought a lamp instead of
relying on the moon. Sorry. Are you cold? That gown is somewhat revealing in
the um…neckline area.”

“Mind your own business,
cowboy,” she snapped with growing discomfort as she kicked dirt onto his
boots.

James laughed heartily,
shook each foot then moved away.

Katlyn really had no
intention of searching for his brother’s grave. She would head right back to
where she had come from as soon as James left her sight…and now he was gone.
Carefully, she worked her way back. The feelings pressed harder in on her
almost suffocating. Where is the
entrance? It hadn’t taken this long to come in.